Lateral Guilt



You are the place Iíve stayed too long

Our vocal battles always ended in drama

But I learned about spoons and candles

About justifying addictions

By using my body as a weapon


You push me away

Even as you reach out blindly

For my touch to comfort you

Yet you sell your body for money

I guess being a stone

Protects your fragile mind

With denial


I want to be unfeeling

I want to be a stone

I want to be you




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